I Won't Say I Told You
Bruce
As Bruce Wayne, after my encounter with an undercover Harley Quinn, and after the opening of the club, I made my way back to the manor. As soon as I arrived, my mind set to figuring out everything I could about my son, Blake. I went to the Batcave to look for records, or anything else about him. As I thought back, I realized Harley must have been fighting me while she was pregnant. It was only for the first couple months, but I assumed her injuries kept her from going out. Guilt washed over me, only a bit, just for my son. I really did hurt her bad. Harley hadn't been seen for over a year until now. The computer came up with no results, and I was distracted from thinking any more. There was nothing, not even a simple doctor's visit, but they couldn't exactly go out in public for things like that. Doctors needed information about them, and according to the superior piece of technology in front of me, there was none on Blake. I would search deeper.
My research was cut short by an alarm going off, warning me of a criminal on the move. It just so happened to be Harley Quinn's psychotic boyfriend… The Joker. I would have to stop him. In seconds, I was back in the city. Maybe I could get some information out of him…
Harley
I was now well enough to be back in costume, fighting Bats with my Puddin'.
Blake was with my best friend- and sometimes lover- Pamela Isley, or better known as Poison Ivy. She was wonderful with my son, and would take care of him no matter what- sometimes I was even afraid she'd steal him.
I didn't realize I had been left behind by Joker until a figure that seemed to come out from no where appeared in front of me. My first instinct was to run, but it grabbed my arm before I could move.
Ah, Batman… Great.
His grip was tight. "You?! Let go of me! I didn't do nothin'!" I swear I heard a breathy laugh.
"Says a criminal wanted in four states." He said coldly.
"Obviously you've got it wrong, because it's five. Some detective." I muttered the last part. "Ain'tcha supposed to know everything about me?"
"You're going back to arkham, Quinn. Now where's J-" I cut him off. "Hey, you can't take me!" He stopped pulling me, but kept his hand firm. "Why not?"
"Because you just can't, okay?" I looked up at him, silently pleading with my eyes.
He couldn't take me away… What about Blake?
I was crammed in the back seat of the Batmobile. If my hands weren't cuffed, my arms would have been crossed.
"Who else knows?" He asked me in a low voice. I tensed. "Knows what, B-man? What are ya talkin' about?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Quinn."
Don't say you told him.
"I didn't tell anyone." I lied. "How'd you find out? You can't take me away from him. He needs me…"
"What he needs is a stable family. Now tell me where both of them are." He slammed on the brakes.
"I wouldn't tell you if you tried to kill me."
"You sure?" He stared intently at me.
"A mother would do anything for her child."
Bruce
"So would a father."
What's best… What would be best? A child needs it's parents. He needs his mother… He needs a safe place to live, too. What is 'Best'?
Author's Note:
Thanks so much for reading the sequel to "I Won't Say I Know You"! I hope it is just as good as the first one!
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